Thursday, June 17, 2010

ooooo ooooo, I wanna be like yoooouuu!



Why is it we can be the happiest we have ever been in our lives and still feel like we need more? For the first time in my marriage I am truly happy with my relationships, I'm on the verge of nursing school, I have a job, I have a home(it's a rental), I have a car( well okay its a minivan), I have no credit cards and my bills for the most part are paid on time. So why am I so incredibly down on my self? Why am I not satisfied with what I've got? Why am I not content? Because I am a woman and we are the hardest on ourselves. I feel like the future of my family rests on my upcoming education and that if I don't succeed in nursing school that my family will fail. What if I fail? What if I can't cut it? What if I make it through school and then can't pass the boards? What if 3rd semester clinicals really are the divorcemaker? What if I can't find a job after school. What if I fail my family?

Every time I think(sometimes out loud) about owning a house, having long term and health insurance, owning a 7 passenger suv, having a savings, and vacationing with and without the kids I always preface it with " When I get done with nursing school we can... I want what everyone else has NOW! I want to have a home I can decorate the way I want to. I want to have spending money. I want to put my kids in a good(expensive) school. I want horse therapy for Avery. I want dance lessons for Kaely. I want voice lessons for Rylie. I want Emmie to audition for commercials. I want my husband to be able to play golf anytime he wants with his new clubs. I see the carrot and frankly it pisses me off. I wish I would have known what I know now when I was 18, 21, heck 25. I wish I would have stuck with school back then. I am green with envy of all my friends who have their stuff together. We are getting there but it has taken a long time on a bumpy, bumpy road. I can see the prize, I just don't want to wait. Waiting is the hardest part. We'll get there. Sorry for the rant. I needed to get it off my chest.

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